[azacaeus]

Love does not end—it quietly forgets you, until the person who once saw sunshine in you now walks past as if you are just darkness.

At first, it was effortless, love arrived like sunlight through an open window, soft and certain, filling every quiet space between them. Days blurred into laughter, long talks, cuddles and the easy comfort of being seen and felt. But slowly, without announcement, the light began to fade. Messages grew shorter, silences heavier, and the warmth that once felt endless began to cool. She noticed it first in the way he stopped remembering the small things, the stories, the songs, the details that once made her feel known. One morning, she realized she no longer reached for her phone expecting his name. Love hadn’t ended in a storm; it had simply drifted away, leaving her standing in the calm aftermath, trying to understand how something that once felt eternal could vanish so quietly.

[azacaeus]

Love does not end—it quietly forgets you, until the person who once saw sunshine in you now walks past as if you are just darkness.

@azacez

[azacaeus]

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It'll be reactivated during the month of April, there's lots of new things coming to that profile.

[azacaeus]

iloveyousomuchthatithurts

Aww, maybe we can talk it out? I don't want to hurt anyone out of love. I have tried loving someone who never valued my love so, here I am. You can reach out to me.

[azacaeus]

I fell in love with writing, quotes, poetry, stories and art at a very young age. I guess it was interesting to me that a feeling in me was able to unknowingly express my thoughts on a piece of paper when I'm at a loss for words (vocally); well it was love that made me write all of it. It had me wasting hours on the simple thought that included someone to fall in love with, roaming around, holding hands, give flowers, going on dates to quiet restaurant or cafes, waking up to them, cuddling in winters, cooking together and specially reading books together and somehow on the way, it also made me beleive that our minds must have soulmates too but it's been years, am I a fool to believe in a single thought for years and years?

[azacaeus]

You deserve the best so find yourself a man who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him on him because he knows you are not doing well, who will stand in front of you when other's cast stones at you, who will stay awake just to watch you sleep and murmur his name often. A man who wants to show you off to the world even when you are in your sweats, who will hold your hands when you are sick or in despair and who thinks you are pretty without makeup.

Let him be the one who turns to his friends and say, 'that's her, that's my love ', also the one who kisses you when you screw up. One who watches the stars and names one after you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep. Finally, marry a man who will take good care of you over and over again every second, minute, hour, day, week, month, year and decades.

[azacaeus]

I very well know you shut yourself off—not because you don’t feel anything but because you feel too much of everything and it's not your fault, you have sweetest and the kindest heart I have ever felt. The world’s noise is too loud, isn't it? It's weight is too heavy, so you build walls, quietly, brick by brick carefully, hoping no one would notice how worn out you are. But I notice, I always do. So I won’t knock on your door or ask you to speak. Instead, I’ll find my way to you without asking for directions. I’ll hold you tight and calmly—not with questions, not with words, but with presence. I’ll wrap my arms around you like a promise, like a home, and press my silence to your silence until they melt together within eachother.

And when your tears breakout—because I know it will—I won’t be surprised. I’ll feel your tears spill into the space between us like a river long denied to flow, and I’ll hold you tighter. I won’t flinch. I’ll whisper without sound, letting you know you’re not broken, just full—of stories, of sorrow, of strength you’ve had to carry alone. Cry, love. Let it all out. You don’t have to be strong here. You don’t have to be anything but you.

And when the sobs soften, when your breath steadies and your heartbeat finds mine, I’ll smile into your hair—not because the pain is gone, but because you’re finally letting yourself be held. And that, to me, is the most beautiful kind of love and well you happen to be that love.

[azacaeus]

"Every time I dream. I dream about you being with me, your soft and sweet voice, it calms the noise in my mind. Your pearl like eyes, when we share a glance it feels like you are adding a charm to my very existence. Your smile feels like the ray of light my darkness just like the moon does for the night sky. Your laugh is like music to my ears, and most of the time, the much needed therapeutic soothing. Every time, I hear you giggle, it makes me feel happy and cheerful on the inside.

I wish you could see yourself through my eyes, because when I look at you — I see the most beautiful and mesmerizing creation of God in this world, and I can't help but fall in love with that creation all over again and again every second."

[azacaeus]

May my heart be the softest place you fall onto—a space not perfect, but safe for you to love and stay, where you don’t have to be anything but yourself. Let it be where your tired thoughts come to rest, where your fears are met with understanding, not judgment. And may this love be the wildest place you run into—not because it's reckless, but because it frees you. A love that feels like running barefoot through old libraries or gardens, like sharing coffee and secrets on rainy evenings, like underlining favorite lines in borrowed books. It is quiet but vast, like a library at dusk or a handwritten letter left on a pillow. This love will never ask you to shrink—it asks you to become the person you have dreamt to be— someone more alive and free.

[azacaeus]

In a world of half-hearted scrolls and distracted hearts, this is love’s quiet rebellion: a space where your unfiltered thoughts aren’t too much but enough. Where my silence isn’t absence, but an altar — proof that being heard is the rarest kind of belonging. Let your love be a recorder for the words others dismiss: your rants, your rambles, your nervous laughter, your sweet blushing, your painful Stories and pasts and also the stories you wish to write, spill your words like constellations. Because the deepest intimacy isn’t touch or in the eyes — it’s in your sweet voice, the voice that wishes to be heard.

"Take all the space you need. I’ll stay and listen to you murmur and yap about everything."

[azacaeus]

There's something profoundly beautiful about broken things specially those with broken souls. We always happen to chase the love we want, but somehow later on we get to realize that, it's not the love we truly need. But, the "in between" in here, breaks us, deeply. In the chaos of this chase we seem to change our paths, something that we are unfamiliar with, makes our emotions unstable but yet we take that step onto that path for the love we think we need. Down the line, we develop a scar deep inside our heart which is healing or healed. So, there is beauty in being broken embrace it as it's uniquely your's.

[azacaeus]

Either this stripped down solitude or the storm of love- nothing else in this world will interests me.

~ Albert Camus

[azacaeus]

Yes, it's okay to miss someone that you loved. It's okay to grieve even if the relationship ended badly or never happened. It's okay to have those memories wandering in your mind even though you know, you ain't going back to that time ever again. It's okay to suddenly want to cry over that someone and feeling fine right after, for a while because something reminded you of them.

You're a human, you have numerous amount of emotions, you are the embodiment of feelings and you probably loved them with your whole heart. They were a big part of your life so of course it hurts when suddenly they're not there. Even if they changed, even if things drifted slowly, even if you "deserved better", even if you're both supposed to have moved on by now, it can hurt. They made you really happy once. You made good memories with them, and a small part of you will always wish you could go back again. It's okay to feel this way. It's okay.

[azacaeus]

I thought, I would burn this world down if, I saw you with someone else, but when I saw you happily hugging him, smiling at him, holding his hand and talking to him, I couldn't even light a match.

Yes, I still want to burn this world down to it's ashes for you, I still want you to be happy because of me, I still want you to fall in love with me, smile at me, hug me and hold my hand. I still want you to be mine and I still want you to call me your's but it's my unending love, that is keeping me away from lighting that very matchstick which can burn it all to ashes. I would walk on those ashes for you but, I think deep inside your happiness was the only thing that ever mattered to me. I am still waiting to light that matchstick if this very world that I am sparing will hurt you again.

[azacaeus]

In a world of half-hearted scrolls and distracted hearts, this is love’s quiet rebellion: a space where your unfiltered thoughts aren’t too much but enough. Where my silence isn’t absence, but an altar — proof that being heard is the rarest kind of belonging. Let your love be a recorder for the words others dismiss: your rants, your rambles, your nervous laughter, your sweet blushing, your painful Stories and pasts and also the stories you wish to write, spill your words like constellations. Because the deepest intimacy isn’t touch or in the eyes — it’s in your sweet voice, the voice that wishes to be heard.

" Take all the space you need. I’ll stay and listen to you murmur and yap about everything. "

[azacaeus]

I hope that you never, not even for one second, become a secondary character in your own story.

[azacaeus]

Even in a crowded room, I'll keep my loving eyes fixated at you. Maybe, because I am too much in love with you, to look at someone else.